Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Being a kinky candy girl is something I feel like I was born to be. And I know it’s “taboo” to call yourself a dirty girl, but if you love who you are then who cares?!
I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t ready and willing to get fucked. That’s why I love being a kinky candy girl so much. Every night I get to meet new, sexy men whose mission is to make me cum. It’s a win-win for everyone involved, especially me.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
You know what I love more than a big dick daddy? When that big dick daddy cums inside me and there’s a risk of me getting pregnant. When someone asks me what I’m in the mood for when I’m feeling extra kinky, my go to is always impregnation phone sex.
I didn’t know I was into it until I started here and guys would be telling me that they wanted a role play about it. I’d be their wife who fucks big, thick cocks all the time and eventually ends up pregnant.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Every Labor Day, John and I host the neighborhood BBQ. This year, the pool was pristine and the grill was hot. I was putting out the last of the bits for the salad buffet when a stranger caught my eye. John was welcoming him through the back gate.
Now, I know everyone in the neighborhood, that’s what good Southern wives do, but this man had escaped me. “Who’s that?” I elbowed Sharon. She looked over, then swooned a little and said, “Oh, that’s Nick. He just moved in across the street. Isn’t he hunky?”
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Every good cock-seeking sissy needs a girlfriend to help with her profile pic photo shoot. I’m your girl, bitch! Let’s lay out all of your sluttiest lingerie and decide which outfit makes you look the tastiest. Or at least the most cock hungry.
I know you are active on all the gay hookup sites because you just can’t swallow enough cock! This means we need lots of photos so you can stand out! Lock that slitty up and slip in your biggest jeweled butt plug, the heart-shaped one, preferably, and let’s get sexy!
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
My Sister’s BBC Husband moaned as my tongue swirled around his pulsing cock head. His meaty pole was rock hard and so much to handle. But my nerves kicked up as his fingers teased down the thong sitting between my fat ass cheeks. It’d be too risky just to wait for him to discover my cock so I sat back on my knees, making his hand move to my hip as I did so. Our eyes met, and I forced the words out.
“Nick, I have to tell you something, but I’m nervous you’ll be mad.” My hand stroked up and down his drool-coated cock, and he smiled at me.
Bethany 1 844-332-2639 ext 260
Hi, I am Bethany. I am a 20 year old college NYMPHO!!! I thought I might write a blog to introduce myself . Going into my second year. My first year of college has been an absolute MOVIE….literally. So many parties, and sexy flings I have experienced so far in my first year. College has taught me a lot about myself that I didn’t even know… like, I had my first lesbian experience , and my first threesome. College has been one of the wildest adventures that has opened up a sex monster inside. I think my favorite part is that i can be a slutty as I want, kiss who i want, and FUCK whenever, wherever. Continue reading “Hi, I am Bethany”
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
You said you’d do anything for me. If I’d take you on as my submissive. Anything was a bold choice of words, and I make sure my stupid sluts put their service where their mouth is.
That’s how you ended up in the mall parking lot at two AM wearing only a bra and sneakers, bouncing on a dildo in front of my car’s headlight. Hands raised up and clutching the back of your head.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
Chrome rails & midnight thrills were my confessions of a metro minx. The only lovers I planned to meet when I boarded that empty train—but then he stepped on, and suddenly the whole night begged to be misbehaved. The car was nearly deserted, lights flickering like a bad decision I couldn’t wait to make. I chose the back corner seat, crossing my legs slowly enough to hear my leather skirt sigh. That sound? It got his attention. He looked up. I smirked.
Game on! I held his gaze, wordlessly daring him. The train lurched forward. My palm slipped between my thighs, teasing the hem inch by inch until a breathy moan betrayed me. I wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt—tonight’s reckless promise to myself. As the carriage rattled through the tunnel, I let two fingers explore sensitive paths while the city blurred in streaks of neon beyond the windows. His eyes widened, and I leaned back, parting my knees just enough for the challenge to land.
He rose. Each step toward me echoed like a drumbeat in my ribcage. When he asked in a husk of a voice “Can I watch?”, consent tumbled from my mouth in a half-whispered yes. Continue reading “Chrome Rails & Midnight Thrills: Confessions of a Metro Minx”
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
Late Checkout wasn’t part of the plan—but then again, nothing about him ever is. I had already turned in the key. Bags packed, room cleaned, goodbye kiss on the cheek. But something in me needed just one more taste. One more moment of him beneath me, wrecked and obedient.
So I doubled back, slipped up the stairs like a secret, and found him exactly where I hoped he’d be—shirtless, sprawled across the bed, cocky smirk on his face like he knew I couldn’t stay away. “You forget something?” he asked, voice thick with sleep and sin.
I didn’t answer. I just let my heels click slowly across the floor as I peeled off my clothes—top first, then my bra, letting him see the tight control I still held even when naked. His eyes trailed every inch of me, hungry.
“Come here,” he whispered. But I didn’t. Not yet. I stood at the foot of the bed, hand on my hip, teasing the edge of my panties. You want this?” I asked. “Earn it.” He crawled. On elbows and knees like the obedient thing he pretends not to be. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, shoved him between my thighs, Continue reading “Late Checkout”
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Lying on the floor, I blinked over and over as another load splashed over my face. The big, black Bukakke party was in full swing now. Twelve men stood in a circle around me. Each one stroking a monster like big, black dicks. Purple heads all around, dripping precum down on my skin, and then a gruff grunt would fill the air, and a warm spray of cum would splatter over my skin.